Some major shit went down here at FCI Big Spring a couple of weeks ago. Didn’t want to talk about it for a while. But now that the smoke’s finally cleared, it’s probably safe to tell you guys what happened. You see, there’s a lot of gang activity in federal prison. The Paisa and Aztecas are sworn enemies. Texas Syndicate can’t be housed with Serangos. And the Washington D.C. blacks don’t get along with anybody. Not even their so-called brothers. Therefore, the B.O.P. takes special care not to house certain specific groups of assholes on the same prison yard. FCI Big Spring is ran by the Paizas. Paizas, for those of you who don’t know, are Mexicans from south of ..the U.S. border. Dangerous little mother fuckers they are, they’ll gang up and ratpack you in a New York second. For the most part, I don’t have any problem with them. Yet the Azteca guys from south Texas near El Paso do. About a month ago, an Aztec gangbanger hit the yard. Everyone thought he rode with West Texas. He didn’t. And soon as someone figured out who he was, they busted him out and he damn near got killed.

Suddenly one evening, they called an institution lockdown. That just meant everyone had to return to their housing units for a body check and count without unwarranted delay. Rumors travel fast among convicts. Soon as men started coming in off the yard we knew what went down. One minute there were about fifty Mexicans under a pavilion next to the soccer field. The next minute there was only one, and he wasn’t standing any more. He was lying in a puddle of his own blood with a broken back and caved in skull. I know this because about fifteen wetbacks got rolled up that night. After staff came around and made us all pull off our shirts so they could check us for injuries and fucked up knuckles. Shortly after that we saw an ambulance out front carting the assaultee off to the local hospital. Yeah, steel toed boots can really do damage to a man’s cranium. We stayed locked down all night until the cops got everyone rolled up, taken to the hole and all their property inventoried and packed. Next morning, it was back to normal operations.

They say this old boy was suspected as an Azteca gang member the day he got off the bus. Yet when questioned by the Paizanos and other gang boys, he claimed to be a West Texan from Odessa. Most of the convicts believed him. But something seemed fishy to others. His tattoos were wrong. No one from the area really knew him either. And eventually I guess someone figured out he wasn’t who he said he was. When shit like these planned assaults go down, the assaultee usually doesn’t know about it. Yet all the perpetrators do. They knew old boy was going out on the recreation yard for the evening. They might even had a secret or double agent set him up. All I know is, I saw a lot of suited and booted Mexicans going out to the yard that night. And by 7:00 pm, everyone was all locked down and the Aztec Warrior was in the Big Spring hospital in a coma. Damn the bad luck dude. The way I see it, the guy shouldn’t have lied. He should have admitted he was an Aztec day one and checked in. If he would have came clean and done that, he’d probably still be okay today. The same rules don’t apply inside here. It’s about survival of the fittest, and while checking in isn’t too much fun, I don’t suppose a coma is either.

One of the Correctional Officers here told me the guy was in the hospital and the doctors were giving him regular injections to keep him paralyzed from the neck down. That way he couldn’t feel the pain or mess something up if he moved. They were waiting for some of the swelling to go down in his brain so they could try and fix his back, and the rest of the shit that was wrong with him. Last I heard, he was still breathing but shit wasn’t looking good for the home team. I guess the B.O.P. finally broke down and contacted his family. Normally, prison staff won’t notify family members until an inmate is, or damn near is, DEAD! Their fear being … if they do, someone might come to the hospital, overpower the guards, and try to break their family member out. Stupid ass shit if you ask me. I mean with this guy? He’s obviously not going to jump up, rip the IV out of his arm and run off. The dude’s damn near a vege­table for Christ’s sakes! Here’s something else the normal everyday Joe doesn’t know. They leave the cuffs and leg-irons on a prisoner even after he’s dead! Standard Bureau of Prisons procedure, or so they say. Humiliating to the family if you ask me and unreasonable. As I said, the same rules do not apply inside these walls. It’s a jungle in here, and if you don’t know the law of the land very well, then you may very well be taken out like Mr. Coma.

I’ve seen a lot of violence in these places. Everything from a guy getting a hole knocked in the side of his skull the exact shape and size of a combination lock. To an inmate who had his head caved in with a horseshoe. The latter of the two also having his throat cut ear-to-ear and buried in a pauper’s graveyard outside the fence at FCI El Reno no less. I tell ya, these Mexicans are some straight up crazy ass fools. I use to think the blacks were bad inside these places. Hell, they look like a bunch of first grade pansies compared to these south of the border ‘bangers when it comes to splitting somebody’s head! I saw firsthand what these Paizanos can do back in December of ‘07.(See previous blog titled, “No Mo’ Cho’ Mo’s”)
They’re as ruthless and dangerous as the day is long. At any rate, just wanted to give everyone a little insight on the latest in reference to what goes on in shithole joints like these. Things are not always cool, calm and collective as prison staff wants the public to believe. Fortunately, there hasn’t been a Hispanic on White incident at FCI Big Spring since late ‘04. In closing, know this, there are no more fair fights in prison. Only beat downs! I’m Tripper. Better Days !